love over fear

By my fifth birthday in July of 1993, I already knew how to fold a cardboard box closed, without the added cost of tape. On a rough count, I’ve moved almost as many times…

what if she is wild?

Oh… but what if she is wild? What if she takes off her mascara at night tortured because she can’t find satisfaction in the ordinary? What if when you ask her to sit still it…

me myself and i

february. 1998. indiana. age 10, elementary school My name is Josi. I’m 10 years old. I’m friendly and kind. I’m also smart – 4.0. I have never gotten lower than a B+ on my…

pussycat pussycat

Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been? I haven’t seen you around, and you never replied to my texts.  Pussycat, pussycat, where did you go? Are you feeling okay? Is there anything wrong?  There, there little…

why i am not marching

I am not marching because I was born in Mike Pence’s home state. I am not marching because my grandfather worked in politics and my grandmother raised six children. She never took a birth…

war on christmas

I tried really hard to be a good little bleeding heart liberal and find empathy for the other side. Be sensitive to classism, they said. Think outside your echochamber social media bubble. We have…

how to hope

There are too many words today. I feel the need to choose mine carefully. There are also too many tears, but I don’t know how to limit those. A rusty pickup truck rattles down…

merry materialism

We are drowning in stuff, and we know Santa Claus isn’t real.  The alarm goes off, the baby cries, the toddler is yelling for milk, the school kids need help brushing their hair. I…

chrysalis

I am not afraid of the dark. I know you are. I see it in your eyes, watching me. I hear the caution in your voice, asking me how my day went. You are afraid of…

morning

Soft grey light right before sunrise, and waking up to you in our bed. I don’t mind that I can’t sleep. I couldn’t dream a better picture than you, with your chest rising and…

words and whatnot

//Words My next door neighbors have a pig. Well, they had a pig. And then that pig got sick and died, and they got a new mini pig, according to my five year old…

but i loved him

[trigger warning] These goddamn photos. August 9, 2015. You know that feeling when your mouth starts to salivate right before you vomit? This girl’s eyes look fucking dead. I make eye contact with her, and I…

bookmark baby

True, you can’t press a flower as a keepsake between two blog pages. You can’t accidentally splatter coffee on them, or watch saltwater drops spread across words if you cry. You can’t stumble upon…

quiet

something about pregnancy makes me quiet. like, write in all lowercase letters, speak in all whispers, disappear for months kind of quiet. obviously. at the same time, it makes me fierce. nine months since…

apology

“Is there something about me, that if other people know it or see it, that I won’t be worthy of connection?” Brené Brown, a research professor whose TED talk about the power of vulnerability…

women who deserve sexism

In case you missed it over the weekend, I wrote a few thousand brutally honest words about why mommy blogging is a dying industry and the women in it should find something better to do…

dear mommy blogger

This is it. I’m fucking done. Video killed the radio star. I’m killing the mommy blog. You won’t want to hear any of this, but someone needs to tell you. Let me preface with…

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” – Kafka

tongue tied

I don’t have time to write. I don’t have time to write, or do anything else, because I have small children at home. No. I don’t have the attention span to write. I don’t…